The Fifteenth Game: The Advancement Game 47

The brides exuded a chilling aura of resentment, turning the ancestral hall into a haunted, eerie domain. An ominous presence loomed over the area.

The vivid crimson that filled the ancestral hall seemed to break through the confines of the walls, casting a blood-red hue over even the moon above.

Several players were startled, sensing immediately that things were going wrong. They had assumed the wretched state of the evil god meant it was on its last legs and had grown overconfident.

In truth, even one of those ghost brides, judging by the sheer malevolent energy they gave off, would be incredibly difficult to deal with.

And now, there were thirty to forty of them. The evil god didn't even need to lift a finger—these ghost brides alone were far beyond what the players could handle.

What's worse, they also had to be wary of the villagers who might be alarmed at any moment, and this time, they had no child to use as leverage.